won't make a sound oh no uh oh send somebody for us oh no uh oh no oh no uh oh send somebody for us oh no its too late red light on blinking
time, to the line, three inside, for what? who really cares? our screams won't make a sound. [Chorus:] Oh no, uh oh, send somebody for us Oh no, it's
get some milk Imma do what I gotta do, Imma be a bum Wanna touch, even wanna cut Down there like a butt Black and white, mixed like a mutt Imma frustrate Imma pimp walking with a limp
flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down To the tube sock, the same ol' pimp Mase, you know ain't nuttin' change but my limp
Cutt that ****** roll that **** up If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp Been hit wit a few ****** but I don't walk with a limp
we can do the thang cause the car got tints My love's like a jungle, hop around like some chimps Or we can do the thang 'til the stick go limp Your man
to open mic night I'm so dope and my flow so tight I could turn karaoke to open mic night Simply put I limp with a pimpery foot And that's just how
assume position Wishin he would listen, so you start to kissin It's alive, and up goes, and up goes you're adrenaline You aimed, you fired, THERE YOU GO, limp
you there in my corner My eyes cast so low My face could not have been drawn longer Well, I know you've been impressed You've seen me at my best But oh
white bitch named heather touch her she gets wetter, better than rainy weather heather, let her play tether ball, my pole and if she don't she gotta go oh
gentlemen! This is truly an event Nelly Nel, Jamie Phizzle, Jazz Phiza Fel Na nana na, nana, nana, nana Na nana na, nana, nana, nana Na nana na, nana, nana, nana Oh
live like EA sports is Dribble in the club I lay up wit two draft choices Hit the center touch the point guard, she hit the joint hard Oh wee oh Lord
that pimp shit Whatchu say bitch? Ha ha nigga know what you do? You let my nuts go, ya heard me? You let my nuts go, ha ha ha ha Oh you Chyna White
shit, Ours click, empty cartridge, you can ask Smidge. (Uummm!) You can ask Dits. Spend touch him in the foot, make his arse limp. And I?m on a mad one
Breaking the law the new seed yes they want more Cypress Hill Soul Assassins we smokin' 420 all day We ain't joking serve it up, oh yes and the hard stuff
boogie oogie oogie Yeah, y'know! What's crackin Dre? Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit On Slim's shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp
of First to riff, now they all on your dick, yo I'm looking at you laughing, popping your lip Ripping my zipper onstage, can pay the bail with a limp
Bellin strolling with a limp sagging hard Mainly done by L.A. street niggas Bellin is not just a casual stroll But a way of life, a movement First you
